We've been told that opposites attract. Hmmm.... well, sometimes...
in some areas.
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Obviously, the major theme in all of my Battle Of The Bands' Battle Of The Booze installments is booze. Every song mentions some sort of hooch or a cocktail made with hooch. Most of the time, I attempt to include a kind of secondary theme, such as a shared subject, shared musical genre, tempo, or mood.
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This time I decided to present two songs that are opposites in almost every way (e.g., ballad vs. rocker, vocal group vs. solo singer, beautiful vs. beastly, etc.)
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For a very long time I have greatly loved the clever harmonizing by Spanky & Our Gang. I rank them higher than The Mamas & The Papas; lower than The Beach Boys; but at the very least, equal with The 5th Dimension. And I consider Tom Waits to be one of the two greatest lyricists of all-time. Let's see what happens when these two opposites square off against each other in Battle Of The Booze! (I think I know who's going to win, but I haven't a clue about the margin of victory.)
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It's champagne & beer versus whiskey . Please vote for the song you prefer, and then please visit all of the other BOTBers and drop your two cents in their upturned hats. I intend to return to the comment section with my own vote & the final tally on Feb. 8th.
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Cherry blossoms lose their bloom in the autumn
You lost your cool in the fall
You stumbled and you fell right down to the bottom
Nobody cared at all
But for me
You would have stood there with egg on your face
The bitter taste of old CHAMPAGNE
Up to your neck in rain
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Here's a prescription for convalescent hippies
You oughta know
Get some Japanese BEER that I call sipsies
Ah-So,
Ret yourself go
Northwest Orient
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(It Ain't Necessarily)
Byrd Avenue
by Spanky & Our Gang
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Hang on, St. Christopher, on the passenger side
Open it up, tonight the devil can ride
Hang on, St. Christopher, and don't let me go
Get me to Reno, got to bring it in low
Put my baby on the flat car, got to burn down the caboose
Get 'em all jacked up on WHISKEY, then we'll turn the mad dog loose
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Hang On, St. Christopher
by Tom Waits
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~ STMcC
